—the blonde's forehead a light kiss with a warm smile.

"There. All done." Tifa told him softly, resisting the urge to ruffle his spiky blonde hair. His mood may have lightened but she didn't want to risk it getting cantankerous again.

When she was finally done, Tifa folded the hem of his shirt back down over against his skin the way it was before, careful not to aggravate it and cause him further pain.
Then, sliding off the edge of the bed, she stood up and holding the sides of his head, she leaned down and gave—

It took almost as long as it did to remove the needles if not longer, with her meticulously paying attention to each one, making sure each wound was properly disinfected and applied with healing ointment—gentle fingers lifting his shirt to reach the places that were covered by his vest.

Casting the Cactuar needle she had just extracted from his side into the bowl with the others, Tifa grabbed the cotton balls and the bottle of antiseptic and went to work, cleaning his wounds one by one—but not before warning that it was going to sting a little.

Though, now was not the time to be focused on such things...

She still had a job to do. And he was still in pain.

// Mmhm. She's usually more responsible than that. She has to be. She's a mom.

But I couldn't resist the opportunity for a drunk Tifa xD

When he's close, my heart skips a beat and I feel as though I could melt. When he's hurting, I just want to hold him and comfort him.

And when he smiles... I feel like everything will be okay.

// She doesn't get intoxicated very often tho